18.03.2007 - 21.03.2007 28 °C
Since my last entry we have been to the soccer, met a mad pom who ¨likes to drink¨, a naked Irishman called Kevin and a bloke from Sydney called Michael.
In the last entry I neglected to mention that Rosie learnt to Samba- I did not mention this because I wrote it sometime before he woke after learning to Samba.
I mentioned in the last blog we were going to Sugar Loaf and Christ. We did both of those things on Saturday. Was very cloudy when we were at Christ which was a pain in the ass but after a quick talk to the Big Fella he obligingly moved them aside for some nice photos of both the city and His Good Self. After Christ we went and saw Sugar Loaf. Its a gondola between 3 cliffs that takes you to a beautiful vantage point with views of Rio and Copacobana (where we stayed). The clouds were less of a problem because we werent as high and as such got some great photos. They say a picture says a thousand words so please see our pictures for thousand word essays on what we thought of the views.
The soccer has been the absolute highlight of the trip. We went to the stadium in Rio called Maracana- it held over 200,000 people for the World Cup Final between Brazil and Uruguay in 1956 (Uruguay won- not sure if they would have lived to tell the tale). The match we saw was a local derby and won by the team called Botofogo. This was good news for us because we were sitting with the Botofogan crowd. There was maybe 40,000 people there but it is quite easily the noisiest sporting match I have ever been to. Forget Boxing Day, Grand Final or Cup Day, 40,000 Brazillians put us to shame for the entire match with chanting, clapping, general abuse to the other team (they have creative chants that are roughly translated to ¨you are pussies¨- incredibly they have a hand gesture that accompanies that one. Irish (nude) Kevin, Michael and I hit the beers pretty solidly, I´m fairly certain that when Kevin gets around to wondering how he woke to find himself naked on a floor he will think that perhaps it was at the soccer where it all went so horribly wrong for him. I obviously took my camera along, only trouble was I left the battery in the charger back at the hostel. Nevermind, Irish Kevin said he´d send the photos he took of the match........
After the match and the chaotic scenes of celebration that followed, we went back the hostel and got blotto. Rosie and I met the pom called James who we immediately felt a connection with when he said ¨lets get a drink, I like drinking¨. The photo of Rosie and I in the gallery is from this night. At about 5am we decided enough was enough and proceeded to sleep for 3 hours before we had to get up to arrange our flight to Sao Paulo. To his horror though, Rosie awoke next to a black man. After weighing up his options, he decided that if he went back to sleep the problem would go away. Thankfully it did. It was just me and he was still drunk.
We arranged our flights for the next day and left Rio reluctantly on the 20th of March for Sao Paulo (happy birthday sweety). When we got to Sao Paulo we had to change our flights to Cusco for the same day so we are now getting to Cusco a night earlier which is very good news for us. Gives a bit more time to acclimatise and also Cusco is said to be amazing.
The voice that does the English at the airports here freaks me out. He speaks all sexy like. Had the best ever milkshake ever from McDonalds at the Sao Paulo airport. Bought a bouncy ball to amuse ourselves and am reading a book called blink am thoroughly enjoying it............................